Who Won the Week for me this week has to be the amazing cold weather. This weekend the UK has been blasted by Storm Darcy coming over from continental Europe, and although here in Inverness we don’t actually have any snow lying at the moment, this was the frozen shoreline this afternoon, walking along the rocks and seaweed at low tide. Although the salt in the seawater usually means it doesn’t ever freeze this close to the shore, today to my surprise everything below the high water mark was covered with a thin crumbly layer of ice, which looked really weird!
PS The last image shows part of the rotting wooden timbers of an old shipwreck only ever visible at low tide 🙂
OK, so maybe it was a bit cool and sea-breezy rather than baking hot, but what a lovely afternoon yesterday for an impromptu trip to the beach at Nairn. Not the usual busy seaside town tourist spot with the white dunes and proper beach-front, but along the coast a little at the other side of town where it is much quieter, with far less sand and far more rocks.
But it was certainly warm enough for a leisurely paddle in the outgoing tide, for finding a few special rocks and shells, for feeling the cold wet sand squidge so solidly between my toes and then letting the warm dry sand powder my feet afterwards, drying them off… Altogether a perfectly natural setting for my slightly windswept smile 🙂
Another memory from childhood, and another thing I really love about Nairn beach is the way the sharp spiky grey-green fronds of beachgrass grow straight out of the undulating powdery white sand dunes – and the way that curtain of grass rising up ahead of you, rustling in excitement and expectation, almost hides the beach from view until you come over the top and there it is, the vast expanse of sand and sea and salty air, welcoming you to its own liminal world of constant ebb and flow 🙂
Experiencing the usual combination of warming sun and chilly wind and showery rain all together clamouring for attention on the same blustery summer day can only mean that I’m definitely back in Scotland – a bracing walk along the pebble beach between Fort George and Ardersier this afternoon left me pink-cheeked, tousle-haired and smiling at the sheer magnificence of the ever-changing weather. It certainly feels good to be home again 🙂
The unlikely sight of four seagulls standing in a row, playing chicken with the breaking waves along the shore – they were all quivering with anticipation, and waiting… waiting… waiting… and just at the last minute they all took flight almost as one, narrowly avoiding a drenching from the shower of salty sea-spray 🙂